Priming the Pump

 Near Home—February, 2025

 

It was Friday.  A day that has become very lively at the bookstore. I thought about going, but I had a fisting bud coming the next day.  Maybe I shouldn’t go, but I also knew that he and I would be doing very different things.  The lure was too strong.  I ate an early lunch and took off to see what trouble I could get into…

 

I go in.  It seems darker today.  I can see about eight men around the room.  The cock sucking couple is here.  I see the shiny pate of Shaved Head working a cock as I settle into my usual seat.  He is sucking the young bearded hipster I often get to suck.  SH is giving him a good time—I can see it in how they are reacting to each other.  And it nicely gives Shy One a chance to start me off.  He arrives at my side.

“I guess you have me today,” he murmurs as he kneels.  His mouth envelops my entire dick.  He could teach a master class is cock sucking.  His tongue is everywhere.  He effortlessly takes my entire length deep into his throat.  Repeatedly.  He pulls off me and licks my balls.

From over in the corner, the bearded hipster gasps and then begins a series of groans that can only mean he is giving up his load.  Shy One glances over at his partner, a look of pride on his face.  He nods to me and they get up at the same time and head out the door.

I stroke.

I watch the Voyeur receive head from a young cub, who I’ve occasionally seen here.

A good-looking guy comes in, white, late 40’s.  He sits next to me.  His hand disappears down the front of his pants before he says hello to me.  We chat softly.  He reminds me that the last time I saw him, he shot on my hard cock.  I nod.

He seems happy enough, for now, to knead himself under his trousers.

I turn in my seat.  The Voyeur has moved on.  He is face fucking a regular, a man who can’t keep his hands off his own nipples as he’s being face fucked.  The Voyeur is fucking his face with full force.  The man, a hairy bear, has pulled up his shirt and is twisting his massive nipples as he takes the cock.  Spittle drips from the corners of his mouth.

The Voyeur motions for me to join him.  He steps back and I push into Nip Guy’s mouth.  My thicker cock is that much more for him to handle.  It also makes him now stroke his cock with one hand while still working one nipple.  My hand finds the other.  I twist and start a slow face fuck.  I go a little deeper into him with each stroke.  He moans.  The spittle drips.  His nipple in my hand throbs.

And his cock erects.

I am going quite deep now on each stroke.  It feels fantastic, so different than the first mouth on me today.  I pick up a little more speed.  He finally holds up a warning hand and I pull out to let him catch his breath.

He pants.  His cock drools.  “Ready,” he says and I do it all again.

The next time I get the warning I pull out and go to my knees to suck his raging dick.  It’s just for a moment—before I am rewarded with a thick load.

The Voyeur gives me a thumbs up and goes off to the rest room.  A man with a long snow-white beard wants the same treatment.  But I need to catch my breath and say so.  He nods and I sit.  I take a long pull on my water bottle.

Soon I hear White Beard sucking the cub.

I stroke.

The Voyeur is now sitting in the corner where the bearded hipster got off and he, too, is being sucked.  It’s the good-looking guy down on his knees.  I watch.  Soon the guy looks up and, though I can’t hear it, I know he’s asking to be fucked.

“Not today.  Sorry,” the Voyeur says.  “He will.”  And he points to me.

“He’s so much thicker…” the guy tells him, as if I’m not in the room.

The Voyeur just laughs.

And sure enough, I am asked.  “But with a condom, please.”

I nod and dig out a Magnum.  He strips off his pants, folds them and bends, clutching the seat.  I kneel and eat out his hole.  He juices up fast with my probing tongue.  I roll the condom on as I still lick and spit.  It’s such a flashback to before 2009, when I was the king of Magnums in southwest Michigan.  I grease it up, while my face is plastered in his hairy ass.

I stand and enter him.  At first it feels fine, but I miss the wetness and the full strength of the warmth of his hole.  I fuck.  Harder than usual, to make up for it.  And he loves that.  He even stops stroking his dick to concentrate on working his hole.

I slow a little but don’t stop.  I build speed again, slapping his ass involuntarily.  Good Looking Guy actually asks me to stop just before I would have anyway.  He goes to the restroom.  I go to feed my cock to White Beard.  He takes me hungrily.  I fuck his mouth until he gets off all over the floor (and a little on his pants.)  He doesn’t care.

I sit back down.   Good Looking Guy comes back, not putting his cock away.  The Voyeur is on the other side of him.  GLG reaches out and takes the two cocks into his hands.  I reach over and play with his balls while the Voyeur strokes the guy’s cock.  It’s just nice and easy after the ass and face fuckings.  The Voyeur and I switch, him to balls, me to shaft. 

We stay that way a long time.  Somewhere in there, I slip to the floor and suck the thick, but short cock on GLG.  The Voyeur continues to knead his balls as I do it.

I offer to suck the Voyeur.  As I move to do it, his phone goes off.  He takes it, and has to leave.  I now suck the big fragrant balls of Good Looking Guy.  Then work my way up his shaft.  Wt and dripping.

When I sit down again.  He does the same for me.  His tongue everwhere.

We are now alone in the theatre.

We don’t try for orgasm.  We just keep each other wet and warm.

He finally has to get home.  As do I.

No cum shot, but it has primed me perfectly to work over my fisting bud’s ass the next day…

A Study in Contrasts

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Valentine's Day Cock and Ass...Cum and Piss (Conclusion)

 Near Home—February, 2025

 

(Picking up where we left off.  Cute College Kid had just shot in my mouth…)

 

I am sitting in my corner seat where I can look at both screens. CCK moves behind me towards the gay screen, out of my sight.  I take a long drink of water from my bottle to rinse my mouth of all the cum I’ve swallowed.

I feel a tap on my shoulder.  I turn.  On the seat behind me, Cute College Kid is kneeling, his perky, smooth ass exposed to the room.

“Eat me out, and maybe you can fuck me…”

I stand up.  My cock actually drools at the sight.  I move towards him and kneel.  My tongue licks up and down his nearly hairless ass crack.  He moans each time my tongue connects with his tight pucker.  I burrow into him.  Now he moans louder.  I sense movement beside me.  The Mexican, who loves to get fucked but never cleans his ass out, has arrived at some point when I was too busy to notice.  He is right next to us now, jerking his dick with his right hand while his left is fingering his own ass. 

I stand up and push the head of my cock into Cute College Kid.  He grunts and his hand touches my thigh to make sure I don’t go in too deep.  He relaxes and I inch in.  I have learned not to try to put all of me inside him.  I fuck him with half the length of my dick.  Maybe two thirds as I keep fucking.  The Kid is moaning and jerking his dick, which is still hard after his first cum.

The Mexican pushes in between the chair CCK is on and the one next to it.  It brings his dick near the Kid’s mouth. CCK sucks him.  I speed up the fuck.  I wouldn’t mind breeding him. 

I pull out and taste the freshly fucked hole.  My own cock swells.  I hear the Mexican breathing heavy as I lick out CCK.  I stand up, ready to fuck.

“Please,” says the Mexican.  I step back and he pushes his cock into Cute College Kid’s open hole.  I have never seen this man top an ass before.  But he is fucking for the load right in front of me.  I step around, thinking to offer my cock to CCK for his mouth.  But I never get there.  The Mexican shoots.   The moment his cock is done firing he pulls out and races for the restroom.  CCK turns in his seat. 

“Take it!”  I bend and get his cock in my mouth just in time to swallow his second load of the day.  I really want to fuck that loaded ass, but I can’t complain.  I clean his dick thoroughly.  He grabs his clothes and goes off to the restroom, with his balls two loads lighter and a dripping ass…

*

There is a lull in activity.  A real changing of the guard.  The Choker has cleaned out many of the men who were here when I arrived and were looking to just quickly dump a load.  He is now sucking me, and slowly, new recruits arrive.

The Voyeur walks in, nodding to me as he takes a seat behind me—the same chair used for CCK’s fuck.  I hear him unzip.   The Choker sucks.  I look at the screen where two men spit roast a barely legal young woman.

A cute ginger comes in.  He walks right to the Voyeur.  I can only guess that this is a pre-arranged meet as the Voyeur is hidden from view when you walk in.  I hear the new arrival go to his knees and a sigh from the Voyeur.  The Choker takes a break to go sit next to another daddy who is looking for a hot mouth.  I turn and grin at the Voyeur.

“Join us,” he whispers.  I go and sit next to him.  The ginger is delighted.  He has a long, thin, ebony dick in his mouth and a thicker, longer pale white one with an angry red head, waiting.  He makes the switch, keeping a hand on the Voyeur.  The guy’s good.  He pauses sucking me for a moment, to take his own cock out.  It is a regulation sized dick with a downward hook.  He comes back to licking my shaft and then my balls.  He leaves them very wet before he returns to servicing the Voyeur.

Moments later, we stand up and try both our cockheads in Ginger’s mouth at the same time.  He groans out the sexiest sounds as our drooling cocks touch each other inside his mouth.  His tongue swirls around our mashed together heads.

The Voyeur’s phone goes off.  He beats a hasty retreat to answer it.  The Ginger continues to work on me.  When he gives his knees a break, I slide out of my seat and take his hooked cock into my mouth.  He is surprised and pleased.  Now the two of us trade blow jobs. 

He sucks me, slurping away.

When it’s my turn, I let him try to fuck my face, but the curve doesn’t let it happen easily, so I just work on the dripping head.

Then I fuck his face and leave him breathless.

The Voyeur returns.  I am on my knees as he arrives.  He chuckles and touches the ass of Ginger who is standing in front of me.  The Ginger moans and begins firing his load into my mouth.  The curve makes it go straight down my throat.   The Ginger reluctantly pulls out, reaching for a tissue, before he realizes I have licked up every stray drop of cum off him.

He leaves.  

The Voyeur goes off to fuck a dapper older man in the restroom.

I sit and catch my breath.  I watch the Choker get a load across the room.

The door opens.  In walks Latino Top.  (I first met him at the house party to the north, but I have played with him here, even got into his ass, but this is the first time I’ve seen him in the new space.)  He is late 30’s, with a shaved head, and an uncut dick that is the same size as mine.  He smiles as he passes me.  He sits behind me, in the chair which has seen so much action today.  I hear his pants slide down to his ankles before he sits.

Latino Top leans over to the back of my head.  “Let me suck that thing,” he whispers.

He takes a huge hit from his brown bottle as I get up and move around to stand in front of him.  He leans forward and begins to suck.  It’s mostly a lot of tongue and suction on my cock head.  Just once does he try to get all the way down my shaft.  But it feels terrific when he does it.  He pulls off me panting.

“You’re turn.”  He takes his hand off his own cock.  He takes another hit as I go to my knees.  I have to mind my teeth with his thickness, but I take his full length repeatedly.  When I come up to catch my breath, he sticks the brown bottle under my nose.  I take a hit—though I don’t need it.  His sweaty balls are better than the poppers.

I go back to sucking, my head spinning.  I hear noise behind me.  I glance back, the Mexican has dropped his pants and is bent over, wriggling his butt at the two tops sucking each other.  I work harder on LT’s dick.

But he wants to fuck.  I wonder if he knows about the lack of clean out.  Latin Top gets up and squeezes the Mexican’s full ass.  I watch that big cock disappear.  I sit on the chair Latin Top has just vacated.  The poppers were strong, a brand I don’t know, and I don’t want to move.  I watch the fuck.  Latin Top slows his fuck speed.  He pauses, his cock still deep in the ass, but he reaches back and pulls his own cheeks apart, looking over his shoulder right at me.

What he wants is unmistakable.  I stand up and move to him.  He begins fucking again, but not as hard.  I touch my dick.  It has lost some hardness from the strong poppers.  I work two fingers up Latin Top’s muscular ass.  I find his prostate and stroke.

Latin Top is bucking into the Mexican, harder and harder.  His ejaculation is moments away.  I add a third finger—and he shoots.  Deep in the hole.  He whole body spasms as his cock keeps firing seed into the Mexican.

He pulls out.  So do I.  When he sees his dick, he grunts his annoyance and takes off to the bathroom.  The Mexican just pulls up his pants and goes home, likely awash in semen.

The Choker finds me.  He wants another round.  I tell him my dick is now limp from whatever brand of poppers I was fed.  But I can give him piss.  (I say this loud enough for the Voyeur to hear.  It freaks him out. I’m slightly surprised.)

“Perfect.”

He moves to kneel at the pole that is in the center of the room.  He braces against it.  My dick is still swollen, but not hard.  I push just the head onto his waiting tongue.  It takes a moment for my plumbing to reconnect in a different way.  It begins with one spurt.  He swallows greedily.  Another.  He swallows rapidly.  The flood gates open.  I can’t control it now.  I pour down his throat everything in my bladder.  The Choker is in heaven.  He has to keep swallowing, faster and faster or my piss will be everywhere.  And he does it.  He doesn’t spill a drop.

I am left panting.  It truly feels like I have just had the longest cumshot of my life.  I feel quite post-orgasmic as I tuck my wet cock away.  If I can’t shoot one way, this time the other worked just as well. 

And that was Valentine’s Day.  Three and half hours of some of the best play I’ve had there.

Valentine's Day Cock and Ass...and Cum (Part One)

 Near Home—February, 2025

Friday afternoons had been very busy at the bookstore.  So here it was Friday again and it was Valentine’s Day.  I had a hunch it would be a good day.  And was it ever…

 

The parking lot is almost full.  I tell myself it could be straight couples buying sex toys for tonight (and there are two pairs of them roaming the store as I buy my ticket.)   But I’m not disappointed as I open the video room door.  There are at least ten men scattered around the space.  I sit.  The first people I recognize is the cocksucking couple.  Shaved Head is actually on his knees to an older man as I take off my coat.  Soon enough, he is on me instead, giving me warm-up head.  I look around and nod to Julian, the blond bottom, who’s name and number I finally got the last time I fucked him here.  He sits to my left, kneading his crotch, as he watches me get sucked. 

The moment Shaved Head stands up, Shy One arrives at my side and takes over.  As always, the partner’s mouth feels better on my cock.  He happily sucks my shaft and licks my balls.  They both make a point of always getting to my dick before any one else.  When his knees tire, they stay a few minutes more, but I get the impression they have done many of the men in the room and have had their fill for the day.  They leave.

I get up and go to Julian.  He instantly unzips and brings out his bigger than average cock.  I suck him for a moment before he indicates he wants to take his pants all the way off.  He tosses them on the seat next to him and, instead of sitting back down, kneels in the seat and presents his ass to me.  I dive in, my tongue instantly finding his pucker.

He groans.  “I hoped you’d be here today,” he murmurs.

I slick up his ass with my spit.  “You ready for my dick?”

“Always.”

I slide in.  He groans and I can feel him willing himself to relax and take me.  It works.  I begin a slow fuck.  One man gets up from across the room and crosses to us.  He takes out his dick and strokes to the live porn.  I build my tempo, never one to not show off for an audience.  Julian is moaning and huffing poppers.  I slow my stroke and do the same kind of build again.

This time I pull out.

“Did you cum?”  Julian gets up off the chair.  He is so used to me finishing in him.  But until today, he’s always been the last man I play with.  I tell him I’m just catching my breath.  I sit next to him for a second.  

“Show me that ass, again.”

He kneels next to me.  I idly finger the hole I’ve just fucked.  He is wonderfully wet.  Feeling it all, I go to my knees and start tonguing him.

“You are such a pig,” says the guy who’s watching us. 

I rear up and fuck Julian again.  This makes the guy watching us shoot on the floor.  He takes off quickly.  I am pounding deep into Julian.  His breathing is ragged.  “I really want your cum,” he mutters.

I slow down.  And speed up again.  I am close, but I’m not there.  I pull out.  Julian spins around and sucks my dick, sitting on the chair he’d just been kneeling on.  I don’t think he’s ever had me in his mouth, but certainly not after I’ve been in his hole. 

“Taste your ass,” I hiss.

He moans.  He pulls off me.  “Soooo good,” he croons.  And takes me back into his mouth again.  His own cock is rampant.  When he lets go of my dick to catch his breath, I kneel and suck his cock.

“Fuck, I’ll shoo…”

He never finishes the word.  He fires a big creamy load into my mouth.  His body spasms.  I stay on his cock to get every drop.  He squirms in exquisite agony.  Finally, I let him go.  He thanks me as he gets dressed and I wish him a Happy Valentine’s Day…

I sit down.  Julian gives me a wave as he exits—and in walks the Choker.  They almost collide in the doorway.  The Choker walks right up to me and sinks to his knees.  He takes me to the root again and again.  When he comes up for air, he doesn’t ask, he tells me: “You’ve had this is some guy’s ass.”  He grins and sucks me down again, reveling in additional juices.

A large young man, carrying some extra weight, sits down next to me.  He enjoys watching the Choker live up to his nickname while on my dick.  The new guy opens his fly.  His hand covers his diminutive cock.

“You wanna try sucking this man’s dick” asks the Choker.

The young man shakes his head.

“You should,” my sucker urges.

The young man takes a deep breath and leans over the armrests of our adjoining chairs and takes the head of my dick in his mouth.  It’s really an awkward angle.  We all know it.

“Kneel here and do him properly.”  The Choker wants to share. I am surprised.  The young man gets down.  His mouth now feels much better.  But he still can’t take much more than the first three inches.  The Choker keeps up vocal encouragement.

I hear a blow job happening behind us.  I love that other men are playing, too.

The young man’s knees go fast.  He sits back in the chair.  I stand up and in front of him.  “Try it this way.”  I push into his willing mouth.  He does take another inch.  I begin to face fuck him.  The guy gropes himself; his small dick grows and grows.  I am careful not to add inches down his throat.  He is moaning and Choker is stroking as he watches my face fuck of this guy.

“Ohhh…” the young man groans.  It sounds like a warning.  I go to my knees, knock his hand away and just manage to catch his load in my mouth.  He shudders at the intensity of his orgasm.

He thanks me, as I lick him clean, and takes off.

The Choker goes back to blowing me.  “I am thirsty, too,” he hints.

The door opens.  It is a guy I have never seen before.  And right behind him is Cute College Kid.  He flashes me a huge grin and sits down where the larger young man just left.  He steps out of his pants and underwear, folding them, then putting them under the chair.  He sits and gets his cock hard, watching me get blown.

“You want a turn?” asks the Choker.

Cute College Kid nods.  The Choker smirks and lets him take his place between my legs.  CCK loves my dick.  And, perhaps surprisingly for his diminutive size, he takes me to the root easily.  Over and over, as he strokes his own cock.  The Choker goes off to suck another interested man.  CCK pulls off my dick and goes to my balls.  He licks them.  “Sweaty down here,” he grins coming up for air.  “Lots of men?”

I nod and he pulls my balls up and licks around the cock ring to taste all my sex sweat.  He licks and licks.  I hear his breathing change.  Heavier.  I know what’s coming.

“I’m going to shoot.”  He stands up and offers me his cock just in time.  I take him all the way in and let him pump his load directly down my throat.  Only the last few weaker spurts are on my tongue.  He pulls out of me, grinning. 

I am sitting in my corner seat where I can look at both screens. He moves behind me towards the gay screen, out of my sight.  I take a long drink of water from my bottle to rinse my mouth of all the cum I’ve swallowed.

I feel a tap on my shoulder.  I turn.  On the seat behind me, Cute College Kid is kneeling, his perky, hairless ass exposed to the room.

“Eat me out, and maybe you can fuck me…”

I stand up.  My cock actually drools at the sight.  I move towards him and kneel…

 

(I didn’t think this was a two-part piece, but it needs to be.  So much more to cum…)

Joseph's Furry Ass Returns

 My Playroom—February, 2025

 

The very next day, the sling was in use again.  I had arranged for Joseph, the young man who had just moved to the area, to make a return visit.  He was eager, but mentioned that this time he would need to do an evening.  I was fine with that, but told him I wouldn’t fully hydrate for piss as I didn’t want to be up every hour to piss after he leaves.  He understood.  I was now really looking forward to it after the abbreviated play time with Kieran’s quick cumming.

 

Joseph texts me from the drive that he’s here.  He’s of that generation that doesn’t know what a doorbell is for…I let him in and we go downstairs.  I am wearing my robe and boots, with a medium used jock.  Joseph strips down to a pink jock.  It looks great, framing his very furry ass.  He comes over to hug me.  His arms go around my chest, my hands instinctively cup his hairy ass cheeks.  We grind our bodies together.

“Get hard in my mouth, Daddy.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice.  I go and lean on the fuck bench.  He kneels and inhales the jock.  “Fuck, you smell good….” He buries his mouth on the pouch.  My cock begins to go from plumped to hard.  He pulls the fabric to the side and takes me into his mouth.  In moments, thanks to his busy tongue, I am fully erect.  I hear him fumble with his own cock, freeing it from the fabric.  He strokes as he fully deep throats me.  He pulls off me, with a long string of deep throat spit connecting his mouth and my dick.  I wind it around the shaft, while looking into his cock hungry eyes.  He takes me to the root again.  When he pulls off me, all the saliva pools on my balls.

“Clean them up.”  My voice is soft but authoritative.  He does, his tongue slurping up the mess.  This makes him jerk harder.  I lift the cleaned up hairy sack and tell him to clean under them. 

He does.  But for only a second. “Oh, fuck, Daddy…”

He stops.  He’s shot a big load that is coating the once clean jock.

I can’t believe it’s happened again.  On back-to-back days…

“I can keep going.  Really.”

“Get up on the bench.”  He crawls up, having worked most of the load into the fabric of the jock.  I get a finger full of jizz before he move and smear it down his ass crack as he presents his butt to me.  I kneel and lick him clean of the cum clinging to all that hair.  Then I burrow into his hole.  He groans.  I re-double the strength of my attack.  I am truly tongue fucking him and he loves it.

I stand up.  I rub my cock head up and down his furry crack, before prodding at his pucker with my wet head.  I deliberately don’t go in.  Just tease it. I walk around and give him my cock to suck.  “Taste your hole.”

He groans and cleans my cock of our combined sex flavors.  I go back to his ass and eat him out again.  In earnest.  His hole opens with all the attention.

I remember that last time he wanted the first fuck in the sling, so he could relax.  I tell him to hop in.  He does, his ankles in the stirrups before I can assist.  I kneel and spit on his hole three times.  I stand up and work my rock-hard cock into him.  He pants, but takes me with little effort.  He closes his eyes and seems far away.

And his cock stands up again.

I begin moving in and out.  His hand finds his dick.  He doesn’t jerk it, he just holds it, squeezing it occasionally.  I build to a hard driving fuck.  He takes it, egging me on to really use him.  I pull out and make him taste his ass jizz on my cock.  He licks me clean, craning over the edge of the sling to get every inch of me. 

I fuck him again.  The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the small room.

I work the tiniest butt plug into him.  He moans as his ass lips close around the thin shaft at the end of it.  I bend and taste the pearl of jizz that has appeared on the end of his dick.  He moans. 

I realize I have some piss.  I work out the toy, before I cover his balls with my pale stream.  It sluices down his ass crack.  Still pissing, I poke some into his slightly gaping hole.  I don’t fill him like last time, just a jet or two before I run dry.  I go to my knees and lick up his dripping flesh.  He is so hairy below the waist, the piss just clings to him, waiting for my tongue to lap it up.  I love how wet my face is when I am done. 

And my cock is raging.  I stand up and fuck him.  Hard.  He moans with each thrust.  I only stop when I have to catch my breath.

“I want you to sit on my face,” I tell him as I help him out of the sling.

He starts for the rimseat, to pull it out from the wall.

“No.  On the bed so your butt really covers my face.”

He grins as I lie down.  He steps up, straddling my chest.  Slowly he brings his still damp ass down to my face.  His slightly open hole connects with my mouth.  My tongue works into him.  It finds the dribble of piss inside him.  I lick and swallow.  He presses down on me.  Cutting off my air on purpose.

“Jerk that dick, Daddy, as you eat me out.”

I mumble something.

“I need to go home, Daddy, and I want you to cum.”  He grinds down on my face, that wet fur feeling terrific—and my tongue going deeper into his hole.

“Shoot for me!”

And that does it.  I spurt a gusher all over myself.  He leans to taste it, letting me catch some welcome gasps of air…

And a link to his first visit last month:  A New Furry Ass Visits the Playroom

I'll Take That as a Compliment

 My Playroom—February, 2025

I had a lot of sex, that second full week of February.  Monday was the trip to the bookstore where I had fun with the man with the porn star body.  Wednesday, I had a date with Kieran in the playroom.  And another man was booked the following day to jump in the sling.

Kieran, the married bear with the super talented mouth, had sent me a number of texts as I was driving home to Michigan with my brother.  They were all in the vein of ‘let me know once you’re back and I will give that big cock of yours a workout!’  It had been a full month since we’d seen each other, so, I did—and we set a date and time.

As Wednesday dawned, I got a text asking if we could adjust his arrival, as he’d forgotten an appointment.  I agreed.  He arrived at my front door a little before the new time.  Breathless.    He greeted me and went directly to the back stairs to go down to the playroom.  I grabbed my mug of tea and followed…

 

He is almost naked as I enter the playroom.  He sits on the bed and puts his socks back on.  He rips off a once white tee-shirt and tosses it into the chair, saying “Let’s fuck!”

I hang my bathrobe on the doorknob.  I move right in front of him.  I want that talented mouth to get me hard.  I pull back the yellow jock pouch and my cock falls free.  He takes it into his mouth and it grows firm deep in his throat.  Now the real cock sucking begins.  His tongue seems to be everywhere:  in my piss slit, right under the head or swirling around the girth of me.  Now he deep throats me.  I love the exquisite tightness of his throat.  I let him work on me, doing whatever pleases the both of us.

“My ass is so hungry for you,” he says as he pulls off me.

But I deliberately ignore him.  I get on the bed. “I want more of that mouth.”  He repositions and leans down to do all the same things at a new angle.  Making my cock drip.

“And don’t forget my balls.”

He makes them very wet.  He lifts them and remembers to dig his tongue between my balls and my cock ring, something I love.  He seems to, too.  He can’t seem to get enough.  Finally, he sits back up.  I relent and get off the bed. 

Kieran has knee issues so we skip the bench go directly to the sling.  He gets in and I kneel in front of his big bear ass.  I burrow in and he groans.  “I love watching you do that,” he murmurs, his eyes on the mirror above him.  “Eat my hole and get it ready for that cock.”

I dig in, spitting and licking it back up.  Over and over.

I stand.  I push in and fuck.  His eyes never leave the mirror. He is rubbing his own cock in time to my fuck strokes.

I pull out.  He is deliciously clean.  He has figured out how to get there on these last two visits.  To reward him, I go to my knees and eat out his freshly fucked hole.  He groans.  Then begs for my cock.  “Let me see it slide in!”

I stand up and push it back in.  Forcefully.  His eyes go wide, riveted to the mirror above him.  I fuck him harder.  His hand jerks in time with me once again.

“Oh, fuck!  Oh, fuck!!  Noooo!”  He is shooting his load, all over his hairy chest. 

I slow down.  “Can you keep going?”

“Yeah.  Cream my hole.”

I fuck, but I can see the discomfort on his face.  I pull out.  I try a smaller toy, to keep his ass open for me, but that’s worse.

I kneel.  I bury my face in his used hole.  This makes him moan.  My cock is rock hard as I eat him out.  I take a hit of poppers and go to town on his very pronounced ass lips.  Something about having the swollen flesh in my mouth—swollen flesh that my dick helped create—really turns me on.  I suckle them as Kieran whimpers.

I take a second hit when the fumes wear off.  I keep licking and sucking and lightly chewing on what was once a tight pucker.  Damn, I suddenly realize I can shoot.  I stand up and push between those engorged lips that were just in my mouth and I fire my load into his ass.

All under an hour.

 

Kieran was apologetic, but thrilled I could still give him a load.

I really do take is as a compliment that the sight of my cock fucking into him got him off so quickly…

Porn God

 Near Home—February, 2025

 

What are the odds of being struck by lightning?  One in 15,300 my computer tells me.  Or being in a plane crash?  One in 11 million.  So somewhere between those two are the odds of finding a man in my local bookstore who is hotter than any of the porn gods of the last ten years.  And you know I’ve been lucky enough to get my dick into a lot of pornsters…

It was Monday, of all days, around one o’clock in the afternoon…

 

I go into the dark room.  It’s crowded.  I have to sit on the side wall, where I can only see the straight screen.  Many men have their dicks out, but not all.  The cocksucking couple is here.  Almost instantly, I am being sucked by the Shaved Head side of the pair.  The moment his knees tire, his partner, the Shy One, is between my legs, keeping my cock wet.  I like the mouth on Shaved Head, but there is just something about Shy One’s skills that get me going.  My balls feed him a lot of precum.

When he gets up, another man, slightly older than me and a stranger, walks over.  Seeing that my cock is available for all to suck has given him courage.  He asks really sweetly if he can have a turn.  I smile and nod.  He kneels.  His mouth ovals open and he begins to suck.  His breathing changes as he begins to bob up and down on my cock.  His hand finds his zipped-up crotch and he begins to knead himself.  He stops, panting and smiling.  I can’t help but wonder if he’s shot in his underwear.

I stroke and watch Shaved Head work the room.  The guys know him and love his mouth.  Shy One sits across the room from me, beaming, as he watches his partner go from man to man.

The larger guy from the last post (the one who used the line about cumming in my mouth and then my kissing him) comes in the door and sees me.  He offers his cock to me, using the same line.  I call him, jokingly, on his bullshit.  But I suck him. And get the fast load.  He takes off as I start to stand up…

I watch the room as much as the video.  Shaved Head is on another cock.  He hasn’t gotten any of them off, it seems, as the room is still crowded with a least a dozen guys.

The door opens.  The hottest man I’ve ever seen here comes in.  I have called many men in these pages handsome, and they were.  But we don’t often get men who spend hours at the gym.  This guy is tall, about six feet.  Maybe 30 or 35.  He has left his coat in the car.  He is wearing a tight tee-shirt that might as well be a coat of tan, you can see the outline of his pecs and his six pack.  Jeans below and boots.  His head is shaved; his face is handsome, no beard, but a five o’clock shadow at 2pm is starting to show.  There is a large tat on his left shoulder, peeking out from the short sleeve.  He could easily be a cast member of any Titan porn production.

He seems disoriented.  He stands there, every eye in the place on him.  He sees a seat on the side wall across from me.  He goes over and sits.  The Shy One instantly moves to him.  I can’t quite believe that he makes the initial move.  But he does—and even better—the guy nods and opens his fly.

Shaved Head stops sucking and looks at his partner doing this guy.  Other men unzip.  There are at least 10 cocks out of the dozen men in the room.  We watch the Shy One give him great head.  The handsome guy is looking around the room, not at his cock sucker.  His eyes find mine—and my wet cock glistening in the reflected light of the television screen.  He nudges Shy One and points to the vacant chair next to me.  He comes over.  He pushes his pants (no underwear) to his ankles and sits.  Shy One goes right back to his knees.  I can now see the dick for the first time.  It is almost a mirror image of mine.  Long and thick, with a pronounced head.  He is so hard, if there is foreskin, you can’t tell.  His hand reaches for mine.  He grabs it, but not in the death grip of so many guys.  He strokes me lightly, smiling at the cock in his hand and the mouth on his own.

Shy One comes up for air.  “Can my buddy suck you?” he asks. 

Porn God nods.  Shaved Head is there in a heartbeat and kneels.  He goes to work.  The Voyeur moves from near the gay screen (where I couldn’t see him before) and stands on the other side of Porn God.  He offers the guy his dick, but PG is content with the mouth on him and me in his hand.  My hand now rubs his hard pecs.  PG lifts his shirt.  He is like a frickin’ Greek statue.  Perfect.  I play with his pronounced nipples.

“He has a great mouth, too,” the Voyeur whispers, ever my cheering section, pointing at me.

Porn God grunts and indicates Shaved Head to let me take over.  I do.  I go down on him for the first time.  He moans.  I can instantly tell he likes my tongue work.  I sense him reach up to the Voyeur and, when I finally glance up, he is holding the Voyeur’s cock now.  I work hard, using every trick I know.  He is oozing, but not anywhere near shooting.

I break, letting Shy One back on him.  I stand, thinking he might want my dick in his mouth.  But, no.  He wants a mouth on him and both our hard cocks in his hands.  Shy One sucks.  Shaved Head has another turn.  I do another round, too.  He is getting harder.  I really have to work to keep my teeth out of the way.

Suddenly he stands up.  He begins to fuck my face.  I would love to get his load.  I work hard to get it.  Shy One has stuck his face in Porn God’s naked ass.  I can’t quite believe it.  He is obviously rimming him.   As much as I want this guy’s load, I want to lick his ass more.  I grab his hips and rotate him, so his long cock is in Shy One’s mouth and I get to bury my tongue in his wet ass crack.  The moment my hard tongue finds his pucker, he groans.  He bends slightly and bucks back on me, just as strongly as he fucks into Shy One’s mouth.

It can’t last.  Shaved Head is on his knees next to me, waiting his next turn.  Porn God swivels, maybe to get back to my mouth, but he can’t make it.  He erupts all over the face and open mouth of Shave Head, giving him a massive one-man bukkake.   I get the honor of cleaning the last drop off Porn God’s dick.  The guy moves into the restroom and then vanishes out the door.

It takes at least three fast food napkins from Shy One to clean up Shaved Head so they can go home…

I am still on my knees, a little dazed.  A man I don’t know come over, cock out and shoves it in my mouth.  He unloads very fast.  Two others from the audience we just played to, see me as a quick cum dump.  The next guy has huge balls and a load that befits their size.  The third guy I remember nothing about, except he is just as anxious to make sure his cum isn’t wasted on the floor.  He gives me a third load in quick succession.

The place all but empties out.  I don’t want to be blue balled.  Not today.  I sit down.

A guy I see here regularly comes in.  He is a bear with a big ass.  We exchange blow jobs before he offers me his butt.  I give him every drop  that I’d have loved to put into the porn god…